I think of myself as a “plain Jane” – I've got a good head on my shoulder, I don’t have any big issues in my life (be it emotional or financial), I look alright, I’ve got friends who like me for who I am and my life is good in general. But whenever I see a gorgeous man with a drop-dead beautiful woman in his arms who is well known for being a “psycho/b*tch/obsessive/whatever-you-can think-of”, I can’t help but to think: “If you were mine, I would have treated so much better.”